Posts Tagged With: hope

Haiti is still very much on my mind. It drifts in and out at the oddest times, as if looking for its proper place to settle in the landscape of my life. Memories tend to do this…they wiggle into some crack, sandwiched between this and that, making themselves at home until, obscured by the vibrant &hellip Continue reading »

A number of people in my life are experiencing profound life-changes. A few have lost people they love; some without warning, while others bear witness to the slow agonizing process of letting go. Some have left places — and pieces of their heart — behind. Still others have lost jobs or ended relationships or felt &hellip Continue reading »

“So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.” ~ Mary Oliver When we push our faces into the light, how can we anticipate the many ways we will be twisted and broke wide open or how a hard, dark &hellip Continue reading »

“No matter hard how they work, how gifted and talented they are, or how big their dreams, the poor have few choices and fewer opportunities to fulfill their God-given potential. These precious human beings, created in God’s image, have been left behind and cast upon the garbage dump of history by circumstances they cannot change. &hellip Continue reading »

(Note: this post seems so old to me now…we visited Mombin Crochu from April 14-17 – only a week, but seems like a lifetime. No internet for several days.) Rough roads have new meaning for me. After leaving Limbe at 4AM, we picked-up Liz, Ossé and our rental truck in Cap Haitien then headed south &hellip Continue reading »

It is Thursday and I’ve been in Haiti for nine days. For much of this, we have been traveling in the mountains and without internet, so in the days to come I will try to get caught up on my experiences. I do want to share this incredible journey with you, as it happens, but &hellip Continue reading »

Well, I’m now on my way to Haiti to teach others to document their stories. Right now, I’m sitting in Toronto Airport, putting in three hours until my flight into Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. i will be met there by my friends and we then drive across the border into Haiti….my home for &hellip Continue reading »

Some days seem empty with the waiting. Hollow, like no one is home. Something calls. A spring walk on the marsh looking not for what I can see, but what is waiting for me. Just there… Waiting. So I sit and watch, my seat a twisted log by the river. A dog barks, &hellip Continue reading »